JUICE! - Starlito, Trapperman Dale, Starlito & Trapperman Dale

Ooooh.

My mindframe through the roof

Got too much sauce for this juice

Got too much pride not to shoot

Aye, mail mine.

They gon' tell lies, when they see me flyin' in this coupe.

(skirt)

Don’t ask me, ask your bitch why she got caught outside of my room.

(huh)

Aye, I ain’t going home to noon.

(nah)

My bitch got a whole tool, I’m at Green Hill’s picking up Loub’s

All she wanted was some time, she don’t give a flying fuck about shoes

And I’ve been trying to watch the news

My lil partner ran off on old dude

He had the nerve to come through, let off bout ten off at mom dukes.

(damn)

These hoes will never tell the truth.

(nah)

I’m stacking mine to the roof

Out of state, minding mine, who is you?

(Trap)

Aye, bottom line I’m the truth

Put on 101, made that bitch too.

(scrape scrape)

I rubber band five stacks, made another five just to get loose

Trap House, Grey Goose, Dark Stout, ATCHOO!

Let that bitch slide through to get swooped

My old lady gon' shoot, if she ever find out about you

I’m always looking for the proof

Sipping Don Julio on the roof

Got too much sauce for this Juice

Got too much sauce for this…

Juice, got too much sauce for this Juice

Got too much pride not to shoot

My clientele through the roof

I got too much sauce for this…

I ot too much sauce for this Juice

Got too much pride not to shoot

My clientele through the roof…

But, I can’t get caught with this tool

But, I be damned if I get caught without it

Your broad one of these calls I’m dodging

I don’t really wanna talk about it

I don’t like how my neighbors stare

Think I need to get away from there

Ain’t no credit, hell nah, sad stories you can save it, I don’t get paid to care

No bottle service, no tables.

I’ve just been saving, working on my patience,

yeah

Just checked a dime off my Paypal

I ain’t gon lie, I don’t play fair

They gon slide by the daycare

And you ain’t gon ride at the state fair… (bitch ass nigga)

Can’t take it back, once you take it there

Nigga take your charge, never take the stand, if you’re taking chances.

(Grind Hard)

Ran a hundred up with lil fam, and we ain’t take advances.

(yeah)

Split the play with Band

Too much paper, no payment plan

Way too busy to make enemies

Too much pride, I snuck in the heat

And it’s lemon squeeze, I got the Juice

Juice, got too much sauce for this Juice

Got too much pride not to shoot

My clientele through the roof

I got too much sauce for this…

I ot too much sauce for this Juice

Got too much pride not to shoot

My clientele through the roof…

I got too much sauce for this…